Unatural) Visions of Ourselves
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
(Unnatural) Visions of Ourselves
(Our shining, cosmic spirits
are encapsulated, prisoners
of borrowed, earthy flesh,
to be placed,
indelicately perhaps,
on our now-world.)
She has freckles galore,
she sees them in the mirror, and she hates them,
feeling marred, marked,
ugly...she is sure
that without them,
her true self she could explore.
(Forgotten are the heavens
traveled through, joyously,
and freely, as unencumbered spirits,
pulsing through cosmically charged dust
and greeting births of stars.)
He has tried to ignore
that he is slowly going bald, he hates it,
feeling bared, inferior,
ugly...he is sure
with a full head of hair,
he could make the score.
(Quasars of living light
search to the unlimits,
souls tag along blithely,
diving into black holes
to explore otherwhen.)
She can’t stop eating, anymore,
it’s a vicious circle, and she hates herself,
feeling stupid, huge,
ugly...she is sure
if she were skinny,
she could get her foot in the door.
(Spectacular vibration-scenery
and infra-radar clash,
and meld, and the spirits dance
in cosmic fireworks
of supra-expansion.)
His shortness, he has come to abhor,
women look down on him, he hates himself,
feeling stunted, undersized,
ugly...he is sure
if he were taller,
he would be unhappy no more.
(As one by one, the souls are set free
from fleshy constraints,
the spirits blaze with beauty,
multi-colors flashing, unfettered,
souls of light, dipping and gliding,
into the heavens, our true
birthright.)
Erin Moen
8/18/02
Sunday, October 27, 2002
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Love the stanza contrast, made this even more intensely felt...
I love this, it is what it is!! I am going to enjoy reading you!! Love your vision, and the way you express it!:o)
Hugs,
Maria
P.S. Thank you for your comments on "Harvest Of the Dawning"
Sandie May / Sandie Angel :o)